Chapter Thirty-One: Back at it!

                                    

                                          
Evelyn:
Dirt crunched underneath my body, the fire roaring in the fireplace of the decaying cabin. Hudson's arms were wrapped around my waist, my body aching from laying down on the ground. Sitting up, the air was peaceful once more like my many summer escapes before she got sick. Hudson stirred awake next to me, pulling me down on top of him. Kissing my lips feverishly, he was still shaken up about yesterday. Who wouldn't be messed up after seeing that? Neither of us wanted to leave each other's sides, not risking what could happen next.  Clearing my throat, his tattoo was a mess. Digging through my bag, my fingers wrapped around an antibacterial wipe and cream. Peeling off his shirt, I wiped down his back. Rubbing the cream over his tattoo, winced in pain. Covering it back up with fresh gauze, his hands cupped mine. The warmth of his touch never ceased to amaze me, the two of us fitting like two pieces of a puzzle. 
"How about we head back, Evie?" His deep voice thundered sensually, the urge to ride him raged inside of me. "I don't really think now is the time for such an act-'' Pinning him against the wall, my legs wrapped around his waist. A knock interrupted me, my thighs rubbing together. Gabrielle kicked the door down, his armor shimmering in the light. Of course, Grappy sent him since I forbade him to find me.  Bowing in my direction, his brow was raised with suspicion. A cruel chuckle tumbled from his lips, the two of us shooting daggers in his directions. Did they really not expect people to never have sex! Angels could be so pure, it was so adorable. 
"I swear to God that you two are going to have lots of kids." He commented slyly, leaning on the door frame. "Could you please go back home now? My brother's thoughts aren't letting me sleep. He has been pacing back and forth to the point of your floor wearing down. So please go see him now before he loses any trace of his sanity. I am going to bed now." A flurry of white feathers swirled around him, only feathers remaining. Struggling to my feet, the weight of what he saw clearly dimmed his eyes. Helping him to his feet, my arm wrapped around his elbow. Pecking his cheek, a loving smile met my nervous grin. All of this was my fault, my chest tightening.  Placing the bag on his shoulder, the morning sun blinded us. Walking back to our cabin, Grappy slammed into my body. Squeezing the crap out of me, he spun me around. Sitting me down gingerly, Hudson plopped down next time. Shoving a plate of food in front of me, his long hair was twisted into a bun. His energy right now reminded me of a mother, my eyes falling on the worn floor. Wow, he really did do a number on the floor.  At least he could relax now, my mind flipping through the options to make it up to them. 
"Grappy, do you want to have a day of fun where it is just us?" I offered kindly, watching his face light up. "We can do whatever you want." Dusting off his black t-shirt and sweatpants, Bloodsworth popped up behind him, his hand gripping his shoulder. His red velvet suit hugged his slender body, his red eyes glowering in my direction. Sighing deeply, his jealousy matched that of Grappy's. 
"Fine, we can do a double date." I suggested with a defeated tone in my voice. "Let's go to the diner, and have a lovely evening." Everyone nodded in approval, Hudson's chair scraping against the floor as he left to go up to his office. Kissing the top of my head, he left me with the chaos. Stealing a piece of my bacon, he ruffled my hair before climbing the stairs. Stopping at the top, he gazed down lovingly at me. My heart skipped a beat, my love for him growing more.  How much more could I grow to love him? Right now, it seemed like no limit could be met.  
"Eat some breakfast and have some fun with Stephan and Raven. They were asking for you earlier. Raven said something about needing help with a project." He yawned groggily, stretching out his arms. "I want you to get along well with the youth." Going into his office, the door blew open.  Raven skipped in with a purple sweater and black leather skirt, Stephan following close behind in his black t-shirt and light wash jeans. His outfit hugged his newly formed muscles, his arms wrapped around her waist.  Someone has been training with the werewolves.  Raven pulled her hair into a ponytail, a notebook in her hands. Yawning over my food, her kind eyes flashed with concern.